Alex, isn't it so sour?
The politics of their world between us now
And I wonder is there a place
For us to escape
Alex, you make me feel
Like breaking glass is the only way to heal
From the coldness that you show
And you ought to know
Alex, to be an insect under your feet
Well, I can think of nothing so sweet
And you know I hate you 'cause I can't have you
Alex, will you toss your coin in my wishing well
You're unaware that you're casting a spell
And you know I love you 'cause I can't be you
Alex, you're burning holes into my brain
Why can't you see that we are the same?
Oh Alex, there's no need to be ashamed
Alex, you like to play coy
You pretend as if I'm not a boy
And I know you find the scene
So petrifying
Alex, you showed me your home
You told me about what you do alone
And I tried to leave a clue
That I do it, too
a bold statement. while I can't say I'm deeply in love of every moment of it, there's something about it that speaks to me quite strongly. highly recommended Watching Nebula
Tim Kinsella and Jenny Pulse make dark-edged, unsettling, experimental pop together, full of both tension and release. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 16, 2019
Darkwave synth that directly addresses our modern dystopian political environment, with proceeds going to the Voting Rights Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2018